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echantedtoon · 9 months ago

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch7 Date Weekend: Sunday

(Or alternative title- Obligatory anime shopping montage. Just an excuse for Y/n to get to know everyone before the real romance starts. I'm using the chart above as headcannons ages for Sanemi's sibs for a modern au for future reference. Short chapter.

Warnings for some nudity mentioned but nothing NSFW.

Hearts conquered so far: Mitsuri and Gyomei and secretly Kanae.)

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Bright sunlight shown down from the sky and illuminated the entire world in a nice warm glow. Soon fall would be hear turning the leaves shades of yellows, reds, oranges, and brown. Cold weather would soon follow after with the spookiest day of the year right around the year before eventually snow would fall and bring with it icy sidewalks and the likelihood of being pelted by snowballs.

So it was a good idea to get out and enjoy the warm weather while you could.

"Dammit! Im fine!" Obanai scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes but didn't stop his girlfriend from pushing his bangs from his face to frown at him.

"But what if you get lost?"

"We're going on a hiking trip to see a waterfall and then we're going to the movies," he deadpanned, "It's not like we're going skydiving."

"I know but what if you run into a wolf? Or a wild bear?! "

His hands were held up bluntly. "We'll be fine. It's not the first time we've been in the woods. You go have fun at the mall."

She still frowned at him but didn't argue- Only reach over to give him a big kiss to his forehead leaving a red lipstick mark he'd wipe off later. Right now they were in front of the local park waiting for everyone else to arrive. Most of them were already there, minus Shinobu who needed to wrap up some last minute emails concerning her part time job at an office and Gyomei who was coming by bus after picking up his .. Girlfriend? Did she count as his girlfriend if they've only been on three dates? He guessed they were still just casually dating right now and testing the waters. Y/n seemed like a nice girl or 'unicorn' as Shinobu put it but he still wasn't too sure what to think..She seemed ok at least to him. Maybe that'll change later but who knows?

The sounds of the park around them continued through the air as kids ran around giggling and squealing their little heads off playing. Swings to be swung, slides to slide, and jungle gyms to climb. Lots of little smiles on little cute faces running around playing or toddling after parents walking around. Or in Sanemi's case allowing his little brothers and sisters to be climb all over him where he stood eating an energy bar in one hand while his other arm was slowly lifted up and down with two little boys and one little girl clinging to him. Three of his little siblings with a fourth standing just standing off to the side. The second oldest other than himself. No doubt babysitting a few of their little siblings today.

Kanae was letting one of their other little sisters mess with her hair and admire how pretty she was. She was rather pretty. However the sounds of a little PING sound took his attention off his friends and towards the pocket on Mitsuri's right side as her hand automatically dug out her phone and looked at the screen.

"It's Shino! She says she's running late so she's just heading to the mall to meet us there."

"Oh. That's convenient." He didn't think they'd be able to leave on their hiking trip until Mrs. Shinazugawa came back to take over her youngest children. "Anything else from Mei?"

She shook and one of her braids smacked against his cheek. "Nope! But the bus should be here soon! Ooh! This is gonna be so much fun!"

Considering if they'll get here already. They were taking so long and it was already painful enough to have to fork over fifty bucks after loosing that stupid game Tengen decided to make them do. Sigh. Oh well still better than loosing a hundred dollars each. He didn't want to lose that too-

"THEY'RE HERE!"

Well it's about time!

The tall, unmistakable form of Gyomei walked down the road and started making his way towards them walking slower than normal because of the smaller woman walking next to him holding his arm. You smiled at them all and waved an arm at them all as you got close enough to be heard.

"It's about time you all showed up. I was starting to grow a beard from how long it took."

"My apologies." Gyomei smiled despite his apology. "But we're here now. Is everyone else here?"

"Except Shinobu. She's gonna meet the girls at the mall. We still gotta wait for Sanemi's mom to come back before we leave too-" he gestured behind him at the giggling little kids despite Gyomei obviously not being able to see them. "-but she should be back anytime now. The girls can go ahead and leave."

"Are you sure?" Mitsuri gave him a puppy eyed look.

"Yeah. We'll be fine. You girls go enjoy your frilly spa day. Well meet up with you after Sanemi drags us to the movies."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

It wasn't him her cupping his face and gifting him a giant smooth to the forehead before excitedly looping an arm around your arm and excitedly began to pull you towards the other girls. In fact you were barely able to shout a goodbye to Gyomei before the unusually strong woman literally dragged you off towards the other girls. They were all there except for Shinobu whom Mitsuri briefed you about meeting you all there, and Kanae who had to wrestle one of Sanemi's baby sisters off her before joining you all there. Mitsuri and Suma both super giddy with excitement.

"This is gonna be great! We're going shopping and then to Salan,Sauna, and Beyond!"

..You blinked. "What's Salon, Sauna, and Beyond?"

As if you had insulted her,her family, her friends, and cat- Suma gasped so loud you jumped as she clutched her turtleneck. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SALON, SAUNA, AND BEYOND IS?!"

"Um. No? Should I?"

"YES!," She yelled at you waving her arms around, "It's like only the greatest place ever to get your nails done and get pedicures and it has like these REALLY good massages that help melt stress awa- HEY!!"

MAKIO shoved her head aside with a hand with a deadpanned look. "It's a salon and spa with an attaching sauna room and one. It's a pretty popular place to go unwind and relax."

"Oh. I've never been there before."

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN THERE?!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPEAT IT, BLOCKHEAD!!"

"Kanae, tell her to stop being mean to me!"

"Ok. Let's calm down now. C'mon. We don't want to end up missing our bus."

Hinatsuru was lightly surprised you didn't run away or show annoyance at the fighting but remained smiling as Kanae hered the still arguing wives towards the bus station where you first arrived with Gyomei. It also turns out the boys were not going to be going with all of you like they did Friday night and all day Saturday when you weren't around. Instead they planned on having a few hours to just bond with the boys as the girls just bonded with each other which includes a nature hike, movie Sanemi insisted on dragging them too, and then they planned to go somewhere to eat before meeting back up with the girls near the end of the day at the sauna. Sounded like a plan.

The ride to the mall was pretty generic. On the way there you sat by Mitsuri and talked with her about your pets. Her cats and bunnies and your goldfish you named Goldielocks. It was a peaceful ride up to the ginormous building that was your city's local mall complete with a lot of stores inside. And conveniently waiting for you all in the parking lot was Shinobu, eating what looked like a granola bar while she was waiting for you all to show up by the entrance. It got a raised brow from Makio.

"Really?"

Shinobu shrugged again looking at you all. "You all were taking too long. I got hungry and ate something."

"Too long? It's eight in the morning still!"

"Let's not fight anyone! I wanna swing by CePora's! They have this new Summer's End eye shadow palette I've been wanting!"

"I think the yellows and oranges would look good on Makio," you added trying to get the group moving, "Let's go in and see if it's still there!" Your arm gestured towards the large building.

Luckily that seemed to have worked and the group ended up being dragged by Mitsuri all the way to the escalator and up to the second floor where she then proceeded to not stop until she was dashing through the automatic front doors of the famous make up chain of stores. It was ok. You got a cute little compact mirror in the shape of a Tanuki so it all worked out before someone directed your group towards the check out and then a few different stores. This time a few clothes stores.

Honestly you were surprised one mall could have five different clothes stores and no one seemed to care.

Your attention was mainly upon the plethora of outfits Suma and Mitsuri thrusted into your arms and insisted you try on because-

"You'd look even cuter next to Gyomei if you wore these!"

Nice to know that they cared about their friend at leas and you did end up liking a few of the outfits so that was a plus. Until Hinatsuru pointed out something with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. We've been going to all the places we like. It's not fair to Y/n to just drag her everywhere without stopping where she wants to go as our guest. Let's go where she wants." She smiled at you. "Pick wherever you want to go, Y/n."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Where do you want to go?"

"Well, there's a bookstore here that has a new recipe book on deserts from Canada I'd really like to get."

"Consider it done!"

It was a nice trip to said bookstore where Mitsuri bought herself at least three romance novels and you think Shinobu got herself a book of space sciences. It was another small thrift store or two before it had occured to you all that it was noon already and you all were very hungry. Mitsuri's immediately reaction was to suggest going to the resident cat cafe, but knowing her appetite Shinobu suggested that you all go to the other mall restaurant that had an all you can eat buffet instead. Yeah. That was probably the better idea considering that Mitsuri had finished off her twelveth plate by 12:45 and about ready to go back for her thirteenth. You weren't even done with your own plate yet but giggled as she looked at you in question before you held up a napkin to her and smiled sweetly.

"Here. You have some gravy on your cheek from the mashed potatoes."

She blinked at the kind gesture but smiled widely. "Thanks!"

It was a mutual agreement that they approved of your gesture by the many smiles you've gotten from them. "So, Y/n. How's your day so far?"

You beamed brightly. "It's been wonderful! I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun!"

"Don't you go to the mall?"

You shook your head. "Only sometimes if I need to pick up something or if I'm shopping with my family. I don't really have a lot of friends who're free or like to go shopping with me."

"You don't have friends?"

"Well...Not a lot. My one friend is usually working and studying hard for his bachelor's and he's already busy enough with his boyfriend so we don't get to hang out as much as we used to."

"AW! That's so sad! It's ok!" You were suddenly grasped up into the arms of one pink haired girl who squeezed you tight enough to make you wheezed and pop a few of your bones as she hugged you to her. "We'll be your friends now! We can go on trips and I can do your nails and-"

"Mitsi! You're suffocating her there!"

Green eyes blinked before looking down at your pale face before she squealed out and pushed you away with a worried look. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! Oh my gosh! Are you ok?!"

You slowly gasped a lungful of air after getting squeezed like a lemon before nodding. "Y-Yeah. I'm ok."

If you counted being squeezed like an orange ok. But you weren't going to fault her for it especially since she's been so nice to you so far. After a moment of you all just talking, mostly about what they were doing for classes starting Monday tomorrow or what they all did at the beach together yesterday when the waiter stopped by the large table to collect the dirty dishes ..and gave an annoyed dirty look at Mitsuri who was scarfing down the remainder of her thirteenth plate before adding it to the stack he had to take away eventually.

"Eh...Is there anything else I can get you ladies?," he asked despite still eyeing the stack of plates with narrowed eyes. His tone not hiding his annoyance either.

"Can I get some of the devil's food cake on the menu?" Mitsuri beamed up at him widely as his nose wrinkled up.

"I'm sorry but we're OUT," he bluntly stated before reluctantly grabbing the tall stack of dishes and grunting annoyed. "Can I get anyone else anything?"

Mitsuri blinked giving a glance at the stack of dishes the waiter was forced to carry away before guiltily and ashamedly looking down at her own hands. It caused a chain reaction of glares and frowns from the other girls glaring at him annoyed back.

"No. Just bring us the check."

The waiter seemed annoyed still but relieved to start collecting everyone else's plates adding it to the big pile in his arms before pausing as you gently reached out to gently tug on his sleeve and smiled politely. "May I please have some of the devil's food cake on the menu? Just add it to my part of the check please."

Now this time every gave you wide eyed looks at the audacity of the situation especially when Mitsuri was literally right THERE next to you but the waiter was all too happy to smile at you. "But of course. Give me just a minute to get back to you."

"Thank you very much!"

There was just dumbfounded silence as he walked away after picking up Kanae's dishes and hauling them away from the stunned group as you all sat there stunned other than you who only smiled... Eventually Mitsuri broke the silence with a mumble.

"I thought they were out."

"What the heck, Y/n?!," Makio demanded as you just smiled at her as she gestured to Mitsuri and you. "She's right there! Did you freaking forget or something?!"

"Oh no. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Why you-"

"Makio, calm down. We can't stop her from buying her own dessert if she's paying for it herself." Despite Kanae's soft tone, her look was obviously disapproving. "It's not like we can demand someone that they can't eat something."

Makio didn't say anything but she shot you a glare as you still smiled at her and Mitsuri sunk down further into her seat as everyone awkwardly waited for the checks to be delivered along with your dessert. About five minutes later the same waiter returned looking a little less annoyed but still had that blunt tone to him as he placed down at least seven checks for you all and a second later a VERY big delicious smelling, mouth watering, chocolate upon chocolate cake slice in front of you.

"Here you are, Ma'am."

"Oh thank you! If you wait just a second, I'll give you your tip!" You clasped your hands happily as he smiled at you... Before you bluntly reached over, grabbed the plate, picked it up, and just placed it back down in front of Mitsuri who blinked in surprise. "Look, Mitsuri! They had some after all and what luck we were able to get you the last piece!" Her eyes widened bigger at you. "Aren't you lucky?"

Everyone stared gobsmacked as you just hummed along going to dig around in your purse for a second to pull out a five dollar bill before holding it up to the waiter whom looked like he was slapped across the face. The moment you waved the bill in his face, he glared at you before snatching it from your hand and stomping away from you table. There was another awkward moment as you left the thirty dollars for your part of the meal on the table before you blinked at the wide eyed stares given to you.

"What? Did I get her the wrong cake?"

Instead of an answer you were given a squeal from Mitsuri and then after another bone crushing hug as she hugged you with a large smile. "THANK YOU SO MUCH! THIS IS LIKE THE NICEST THING A NEW PERSON HAS EVER DONE FOR ME!!"

You smiled wider looking at her. "No need to thank me. You shouldn't be treated badly just because of your appetite." She blinked as you patted her arms. "That guy's a jerk. Forget about him and just enjoy your cake. My treat."

She continued to stare at you before her face turned to a bright red and her hands let go of you to clasp her cheeks. "I-I don't know what to say. Oh my- Such a gesture!"

"You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy yourself. Sorry if I didn't explain it earlier."

"Oh. So that's why you ordered it."

Makio slowly relaxed as you nodded.... Oblivious to the lovestruck, blushing face Mitsuri was giving you before you slowly got up to excuse yourself to the bathroom and asked them to watch your shopping bags in the meantime. The SECOND you disappeared from sight, Mitsuri slammed a determined palm down on the table and clenched a fist.

"Ok! It's official! Let's do all we can to get her together with Gyomei! She's absolutely perfect!"

"Huh? Where did this come from?"

"Oh..N-No where but we owe it to Mei to try and get him a great girlfriend like he deserves! So let's make her feel welcome! I mean like c'mon! She's literally perfect! She even tipped the waiter so we didn't have to!"

"Are you..blushing?"

"N-NO! I'm just very flattered at the gesture!"

By the time you got back, Mitsuri was already done eating and giddy again especially when you came back. The group gathered up the bags and decided to stop by two more small shops to pick up some pre-ordered stuff Tengen already paid for (a canvas and a box of hard to get paints) before they ushered you back out of the mall and on the street. At least four shopping bags hung from your own arms as Mitsuri held your hand and pulled you along behind her continuing to babble on about...Well you lost track after the part where she told you about how she got into ballet but you politely listened since she seemed so happy now dragging you down the road as cars drove by and people passed by on the sidewalk.

The building they stopped in front of was a smaller building than the mall but still bigger than your house. The sign on the front saying Salon, Sauna, and Beyond. Ah! So this must be the place that they were so excited to go. You allowed Mitsuri to excitedly drag you in after the others and the nice smells of rose air freshener hit your nose along with the cool air from the ac. The inside of the building was mostly white with a few paintings on the wall, some soft looking chairs, and a reception desk where a middle aged woman smiled at you all. Ah. This must've been the waiting area.

The woman smiled at the group and waved a hand. "Good afternoon. Are you here to book an appointment?"

"I have a reservation for a group under Kocho actually!"

The lady took a moment to rummage around on her desk and look for something.. before nodded and happily looked at Shinobu. "Of course! We have your party booked for our three o clock reservation. If you'll follow me, you can get a locker for your belongings before proceeding to the salon floor."

In an instant Mitsuri looked excitedly at you. "Have you ever been to an onsen before, Y/n?"

You nodded. "My cousin had everyone go to one for her bachelorette party, so I've been to one once."

"Oh you'll love it then! The water is from natural hot springs so it's got minerals that's really good for your skin! But first we're getting our nails done and-"

And off she went again.

It was ok still. You still were going to have a good time. It was just a small matter of getting a small safe place to put your shoes and bags before following the others to the other section of the salon separate from the onsen addition. Other an an older woman getting highlights in her hair, your group had the entire place to yourselves.

It was a strange and new but not unpleasant experience there. After all you've never had your nails done let alone had anyone else take a nail file to your nails or had your feet soaked before getting a pedicure for the first time. As said it wasn't a bad experience just new. However you declined the massage offered to you. By the time three hours had passed and everyone had a turn to everything that was offered to them(none of you noticing the second group being escorted towards the onsen), it was time for the onsen according to Suma. There was only one problem however-

"Hey. Um..I don't know how any other way to say this, but I don't feel comfortable washing with you all before we go to the onsen."

You weren't actually planning on getting into any onsens either and was just going to sit on the edge as they soaked, but you had to bath before going into the onsen and you didn't feel comfortable doing that as a group. Luckily Shinobu seemed very understanding and smiled at you.

"That's fine. We're not going to make you do something you're not comfortable with so why don't you want outside for about fifteen minutes? We'll all be done by then and you can join us when you're done."

You sighed relieved. "That's great!"

"Good. When you're done just go through the doorway and down the hall. We'll be through the green door."

"Ok! I'll remember that!"

Guess who decided to show up in your life again? Yep that's right. Bad luck.

You had waited outside of the bathing area with the long fluffy white robe and the soap the spa ladies had given you to use and waited about twenty minutes for them all to get done (an extra five minutes just to be sure) before deciding to see if everyone was clear. A quick shout didn't get any response and a careful peek inside revealed that indeed no one else was in the room. Perfect! You were able to scrub down really quick and change into the robe you were given before wrapping a towel around your hair. Now let's see. Shinobu said they'd be in the room down the hall from here through the green door. Perfect! Easiest directions ever!

...or it would've been if you weren't staring at two exactly identical green doors at the end of the hall.

You stood there dumbfounded staring between the doors again. There was a sign saying which one was the men's section.. unfortunately it had fallen off the wall where it was hung up and for some reason had been kicked to the middle of the hall so you had no idea which door it had been hanging above. Was someone trying to play a joke?! Or did no one notice the sign on the floor?! Or did they just not care and just kick it out of the way?! Either way you were screwed in this situation. Great.

Ultimately you decided to go through the right door. There was no one else in the spa besides yourself, your group, and the employees. The worst you'd do is enter an empty room or run into an employee who you'd just explain that you were were lost, and you might just run into the group. So you didn't think when you pushed open the door. When you stepped inside. When you smiled at first hearing the sloshing sounds of water. When you called out happily.

"Hey! I'm sorry I took so long! I got lost so-"

You froze as at least six heads turned to look at you in the doorway.

It felt like an eternity to process what you were seeing as your mind just blue screened, but at the same time it felt like someone dropped a boulder into your stomach and jabbed ice into your veins with a syringe. There was definitely a group occupying the onsen in here alright...however it was uh...

They were definitely not girls.

Six pairs of eyes stared at you. Some frozen in shock, some confusion, and at least in Sanemi's case it was a big 'wtf' look. Speaking of which-

IT WAS THE WRONG DAM ROOM!!

The boys all stared at you from somewhere in the room. Rengoku, Tengen, and Sanemi from in the water. Obanai sitting on the ledge looking wide eyed frozen at you with a towel around his middle and his mask still on his face. And Gyomei and Giyuu standing off to the side looking like they had been having a conversation but stopped when you walked in. However-

HOW WERE THEY ALL SO RIPPED-

"*ahem*" Eventually it was Gyomei who broke the extremely awkward silence by clearing his throat making you jump and calmly gesturing a hand back to the door. "Y/n, I believe you meant to enter through the o-other door."

"IMSOSORRY!!OHMYGOD-"

The door all but slammed behind your quickly disappearing form and the sound of your quickly retreating footsteps left everyone else staring there stunned in the aftermath.. before Tengen snickered body shaking lightly before his entire head was thrown back with his loud booming laughter echoed off the tiled walls.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! Well if she didn't think you were good looking before she does now!," he loudly announced with more laughter that turned into sputters and coughs once Sanemi splashed water into his face.

You didn't mention anything about this to the others. Didn't even answer them when they asked what took you you so long and why your face was burnt red. You only squealed out that you got lost but didn't answer anything else. Thankfully they didn't push it and you were able to try to forget about it..but failed. You were horrified by the time you all left and the guys were literally RIGHT THERE in the lobby and...

Absolutely chill?

They didn't look the least bit out of the ordinary and just greeted their girlfriends like it was any other day except for Tengen who gave you a deeply amused smile but before he could say anything Obanai kicked his leg hard enough to make him wince. So hopefully he wouldn't be telling anyone else about this- A gentle large hand placed on your shoulder causes you to jump out of your stupor and snap up to a concerned looking Gyomei.

"Are you alright?," his tone was gentle and concerned. "If you're uncomfortable being around after..*ahem*" His own face dawned a light pink. "I-I can pay for a taxi to take you home."

"N-No! I-It's ok! That was m-m-my fault! Um...How was your hike?" You quickly changed the subject.

Taking the hint he nodded clearing his throat. "I-It was wonderful. The forest was very vibrant with life and the waterfall was especially alive. There's not really anything that sounds quite as powerful as the Earth's own power."

"It sounds beautiful."

"It was."

*Until Sanemi dragged us to that ghost story knock off."

"HEY!!" You turned to catch Sanemi pointed and angry hand to Obanai. "SUPERNATURAL ACTIVITY TWO IS A FANTASTIC HORROR MOVIE! WAY BETTER THAN THAT SNAKE CRAP SHOW YOU BROUGHT!!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW GOOD STORYLINES WHEN YOU SEE THEM!!"

"That is enough!" The sudden shout from the otherwise soft spoken Gyomei was so out of the ordinary that it made everyone turn on the spot in shock and surprise. His face turned down on a frown towards the both of them. "This entire day was supposed to be about spending time with one another not argue over who has better taste in films. Further more you both are being very inconsiderate to make such fools of yourself in front of our guest for this trip. Now will you both please kindly stop going at each other's throats?"

There was a stunned small moment of silence as the both of them slowly relaxed back looking suddenly guilty. After another few seconds Gyomei nodded before looking back to you apologetically.

"I'm very sorry."

"It's ok. I really don't mind anyways."

"No. It's not ok. We were supposed to relax today without any fighting. They promised and now-.." He just sighed. "It's getting late and we all have classes and work tomorrow. We should all return home and get a good night's sleep. Do you need me to drop you off?"

You shook your head at him. "No it's ok. I can walk home after I take the bus back."

"Then allow me to walk you home. It's the least I can do."

After such a kind gesture,how could you say no? That's what lead to you both walking down the street with your arms linked and the sun barely in the sky, and him carrying your bags in his other hand even though you told him he didn't have to but he insisted. It made a warm fluttery feeling go off in your chest that barely let you register saying goodbye to everyone else. And you definitely didn't see the way Mitsuri was giving you the 'first crush' eyes or the very approving look Kanae gave you. Only focusing on the fact that you were home now and the good feelings in your chest didn't go away even when he handed over your bags.

"Thank you for walking me home."

He smiled. "As I said before it's the least I could do. I'm just happy you had fun with the girls today. I hope Mitsuri and Suma weren't too overwhelming. I know they can be a lot."

"No they're great! I had so much fun. It's the best time I had for a long time to be honest."

He chuckled too and looked like he was going to say something but at the same moment and elderly couple smiled at you while walking into the building next to your home. "Oh look, Dear. A young man walking his lady home. How charming. I remember when you used to walk me everywhere-"

"Oh no. He's not my boyfri-..He is?"

The look of surprise on his face as his head turned to you wide eyed. "I am?"

There was a silence other than the chatting older couple just entering into the building and leaving you both alone staring at each other for a long moment. Eventually you looked down at your feet and rubbed your arm.

"I-I mean.. Would you like to be?"

His white eyes widened to the size of plates as he was taken aback before the brightest shade of red came over him as he just.. couldn't believe it. Before a big smile replaced the shock and he nodded. "Y-YES! I mean- *ahem* I would like that very much. However are you sure you'd like to have me for a boyfriend. I will not sugarcoat the obvious." A hand gestured to his face. "I am blind and scarred."

"If I was really shallow to not date because of looks, then I wouldn't have agreed to that first date with you."

"I am seeing other people whom I love and care about very much. .. I'm not going to break up with them or any other outrageous demands."

"I wouldn't even dream of asking you to break up with them! I think they're wonderful people so I couldn't ask you that. And it's not going to be me dating them. I'm going to be dating you and I'm ok with that." You smiled. "You're the first guy I dated that's been completely honest with me and so kind. It makes me feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world."

"I-... Don't speak like that please."

You blinked. "Huh. Why?"

"Be-Because the beauteous genuity of your words only make you sound more beautiful to my mind."

Huh. You were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. Barely anyone was outside now, too busy inside mingling, eating the food, and enjoying the evening. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautiful voice. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. Or removing the hand that now cupped her cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

"Hey. Do you think Gyomei is going to be angry at us still?" Sanemi gave his girlfriend a glum look as she patted his back.

"Of course not. He's just stressed trying to make a good impression is all. I'm sure he'll be just fine." Her boyfriend didn't look convinced as he gave her a pout. Oh well. She was distracted anyways by the ringing of her phone in her pocket to which she promptly pulled out and automatically held up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Kanae! Quickly I need help!"

She blinked as Gyomei's voice cut through the phone. "Mei? Are you ok? What happened?"

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BOYFRIEND!!"

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loveesiren · 6 months ago

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Doing It All For Us (Pt. 11)

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Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe and Y/n find out more about their baby while trying to distance themselves from the crime.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4k+

It'd been a few weeks since the cops chased John B and Sarah out into the storm. They were presumed dead.

People were talking. The rumor that it had actually been Rafe that had killed Peterkin was circling around the island but there was no evidence to prove it. And going after the Cameron's, especially after they'd just lost their daughter, was not a good look.

Even more so, you were showing now. Elliot Y/L/N's daughter was bearing Rafe Cameron's child. Needless to say, you and Rafe had protection.

However, that didn't stop the sideways stares you received attending Sheriff Peterkin's funeral. Or the way Topper and Kelce had slowly distanced themselves from the two of you.

"Did he do it?" Courtney had asked you as you sat across from her in her bed.

You answered with your eyes. You couldn't lie to her. But you couldn't say it out loud.

She nodded. The lack of words exchanged kept her safe. Kept Rafe safe. But she knew. She'd never say a word though. She loved you. She loved Rafe. And she loved the baby that would need both of it's parents.

You gripped Rafe's hand tightly as the doctor scanned your ultrasound.

"5 months! Good weight, looking healthy as can be." The doctor says. "Would you like to know the sex?"

You smile widely at his words. You could see Rafe shaking with anticipation. "Yes, please!"

"Well, Miss Y/L/N. People will owe you a lot of money. It's a boy."

You squeal with excitement and you watch as Rafe tries to contain himself, wanting nothing more than to jump around the room and cheer.

You knew from the beginning. You always knew. Call it mother's intuition. Mother. The term felt so real now.

Rafe kneels down beside you, placing kisses all over your swollen belly. You giggle at the sensation.

"I'll give you two a minute." The doctor smiles. "When you're ready, just head to the front desk and schedule your next appointment."

Rafe looked up at you, tears streaming down his cheeks. You laugh but couldn't help the tears spilling from your eyes as well.

"I can't believe this is real." He whispers against your skin. "You still want to name him after me?"

"Of course I do! Wolf's been his name since the beginning. It's who he is. I can tell. I'm his mom." You tease, getting used to referring to yourself as that.

Rafe presses a deep kiss to your lips before trailing the rest of your face with kisses. He'd never been so happy in his life.

Rafe gushed about your future the whole ride back to Tannyhill. About the house he was going to buy you, about colors for the nursery, about all the sports he was going to teach Wolf.

You smiled the whole way, admiring the smile on his face at the thought of his son.

When you pulled into the driveway Rafe quickly hopped out to come retrieve you. You chuckled as he pulled you inside, clutching the ultrasound pictures tightly.

"Dad! Rose! Wheeze!" He yelled.

"What's going on?" Wheezie asked, poking her head out of the living room.

"Where's dad and Rose?"

"We're right here," Rose said as her and Ward enter the foyer. "Is everything okay?"

Rafe excitedly passed out the pictures, smile wide on his face. "It's a boy!"

"Oh my God!" Wheezie squealed.

Rafe pulled you to his chest and squeezed you tightly. You were at pure bliss with how happy he was. You hadn't seen him like this in so long.

Ward was still grieving the loss of Sarah but you caught the genuine smile break across his face as he stared at the picture of his soon to be grandson. "Shit," He mumbled, running his fingers over the scruff coating his face. Rafe looked at his father hopefully. "This is-wow. Congratulations, son."

Rafe smiled. "Thanks, dad."

"You guys are gonna be great parents." Rose cooed, pulling you into a hug.

"Do you have any names for him?" Wheezie asked hopefully.

"We do, actually." You say, earning Ward's attention away from the photo in his hands.

Rafe smiles even bigger, you swear he was going to bruise his cheeks with how much he was smiling.

"Rafe-" You begin. "Rafe means Counsel of the Wolves. So we're naming him Wolf. Wolf Cameron."

"What? That's so cool!" Wheezie says. "Holy shit, I'm gonna be an aunt!"

"Language, Wheeze!" Rose scolds.

"Your, uh...your mother named you. I didn't know that was the meaning." Ward said softly, almost disappointed in himself for not knowing that.

"Thought he should have a strong name," You start, wrapping your arms around Rafe's waist and looking up at him. "Like his daddy."

Rafe was an absolute mess of pure bliss.

"Okay, uh..." Rafe says, running his fingers through his hair manically. "I have to take you out tonight. Wherever you want. Whatever you and Wolf are hungry for."

"Oh, let us cook!" Wheezie says. "Please?!"

You glance at her and Rose. They both seemed eager to make a special dinner for the two of you.

Rafe looks at you, eager to know what you want to do. You were beginning to feel overwhelmed.

"Uhm, yeah Wheeze! That sounds good! Italian?" You offer.

"On it!" Wheezie says, running to the kitchen.

"You two go rest." Rose smiles. "Rafe, breathe."

You notice the way Wheezie and Rose pin your ultrasound photos to the fridge. You also notice the way Ward stuffs his in his pocket.

"Uh, Y/N. I have something for you." Ward says as he walks back to his office. You and Rafe follow slowly. Ward picks an envelope off his desk and hands it to you. "From your father."

Your breath hitches. You'd written your dad a while ago to tell him the news but you hadn't heard back. You were at the Cameron's so often you had just sent the letter from there. "Thanks," You say, taking the letter from him warily. You had no idea what your father's reaction would be and you knew Ward would be eager to know.

You and Rafe head up to his room. You still had a few more photos from the ultrasound and you watched as Rafe propped one up on his nightstand, smiling down at it. It made your heart flutter.

You sat on the bed and sighed, staring at the letter. Rafe sat behind you, pulling you into him. The feeling of his arms around you calmed your nerves.

You ran your nail under the envelope to open it. You took a deep breath as you unfolded the letter.

Y/N,

Wow. It's so good to hear from you. Although, that was not the news I was expecting to get. Pregnant. I'll be honest, I went through a range of emotions at first. One of them being the urge to strangle Rafe. But I talked to some of the people here. They are really great. They helped me realize that you are an adult. You won't always be my little girl.

You are so much like your mother, and because of that, I know that you will be a great mother. And I know Rafe will be a great father. I trust he is taking good care of you. I trust that all the Cameron's are. I pray you're staying clean. For yourself and your new little family. I know you can do it. You're strong. You just have to put your strength to use in the right places.

I hate to do it, but I will be staying for a few more months. I miss you and I wish so badly I was there with you, but this experience has really opened my eyes and I just don't feel like I am ready to leave yet. But when I come back I will be a better father and grandfather. I can't tell you how excited I am to meet him or her.

Take care of yourself. I love you. Talk soon.

Dad

You stared at the letter with a lack of emotions. You knew they were there somewhere but you just couldn't bring yourself to feel them. You'd built up a wall. Of course he was staying longer. You weren't surprised. I mean, good for him right? It's what he needs. At least he is happy for you and not grabbing the first flight home to murder Rafe.

You fold the letter up and set it to the side. "You okay?" Rafe asks.

"Mhmm," You say. "I'm really sleepy. Can we nap?"

"Of course, my love."

Rafe gets up and shuts the blinds in his room before crawling back into bed beside you. He wraps his arm around you and tucks his hand under your shirt, trailing his fingers over your belly.

"Shit!" You hiss and grab your stomach.

"What? Are you okay? What happened?!" Rafe asks.

You chuckle. "Nothing, babe, I'm fine. He's just kicking." You reassure him. "Here, feel." You guide Rafe's hand to the spot where a tiny foot was thumping against your inner belly.

"Holy shit," Rafe smiles. "That's our son." His voice was so soft, so absolutely entranced by the movements inside you.

You smile, enjoying the little jolts inside your stomach as Rafe caressed you skin.

You woke up around 7pm to Rafe bringing you a plate of chicken alfredo.

"Oh shit," You mutter, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "I forgot Wheezie and Rose were cooking for us."

"It's okay, baby. I told them you were really tired. We can just eat in here and watch a movie."

You smile, taking the plate from him. You were grateful for their efforts but you don't think you'd be able to make it downstairs without falling asleep.

You lazily ate your food as Jurassic Park played on the tv. You were starving but you could barely keep your eyes open. You managed to finish your food and set your plate on the night stand before pulling yourself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom.

You peed and chugged a glass of water before stumbling back and collapsing in bed.

"Back to bed, my angel? Did you eat enough?"

"Mhmm," You groan. "Shhh, I go sleep now."

Rafe giggled and placed a kiss on your head, instantly shipping you off to dreamland once again. Pregnancy made you tired.

"Rafe,"

Rafe snaps awake to find Ward standing in the dark of his room.

"What? What is it?" He asked sleepily, looking over at you to make sure you were still asleep.

"I need your help." Ward said.

Rafe slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake you, and followed his dad outside.

"I need you to keep quiet and stay calm okay?" Ward said.

"Yeah, okay." Rafe responded nervously.

Ward pulled back the cover on the truck to reveal a large bag.

"W-what is that?"

"It's a body, son."

"Oh my God." Rafe says, losing control of his breathing. "Oh my God, it's a body? Whose body is it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter? My girlfriend is upstairs! Whose body is it, dad?!

"It's Gavin!" Ward hisses, slapping his hand over Rafe's mouth.

Rafe pulls back. "Gavin? The pilot? W-why? What'd he do?"

"He was trying to blackmail us. He had the gun that you used to kill Peterkin. I told him to throw it over the ocean on the way to the Bahamas but he didn't. He kept it." Ward explained.

Rafe's eyes were wide with anxiety.

"He was going to turn you in, Rafe. I couldn't let that happen. Not when-" Ward sighs. "Not with Wolf on the way..."

Rafe eyed his father for a moment before glancing back to the body. "He said you were a psychopath, Rafe, and that he wasn't going to jail for you. Now can you please help me carry him to the boat."

Rafe took a deep breath, absorbing all the information. Gavin was a threat. Ward took care of him. Just like Rafe took care of Peterkin. A dead witness meant a safe place for him and his family.

"I got the head." He says.

You woke up to an empty space beside you. You frowned, hoping Rafe was just downstairs.

You reached for your phone and scrolled through your messages.

Rafe: Gotta take care of some business. I'll be back later. I love you more than life.

You sighed. You knew it wasn't work related business.

You open the next message.

Courtney: Wanna kick it?

You smile. You needed to get out of the house and do something.

Please. You respond.

You get up and go to Rafe's bathroom, pulling open your drawer where you kept your make up, tampons, moisturizer, and all the other shit you could possibly need when you stay at his house. Although you had your own drawer, lashes and hair ties and glitter still took up most of his bathroom counter.

You get to work on your face, opting for a simple make up look since you and Courtney planned to spend the day getting your nails done and shopping for Wolf.

Here, bitch

You smile, checking yourself in the mirror one more time before heading downstairs.

You hop in Courtney's car and hold up your nails. "Take me to the salon right fucking now. This should be illegal!"

Courtney examined your pink claws in desperate need for a rebase. "Atleast you still have all yours. I'm missing three!"

Courtney backs out of Tannyhill and makes her way to town. "Soooo?" She asks. "How was the doctor yesterday? Did you find out what you're having?!"

You look over at her and smile. "It's a boy."

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Courtney screams. "YAYAYAYAYAY!!!"

"We're naming him Wolf." You smile.

"Oh my God that's so fucking cute!!! Where'd you come up with that?"

"Naming him after Rafe. He's absolutely over the moon."

Courtney beams over at you. "I still can't believe you guys are having a baby. Really never thought I'd see the day you or Rafe Cameron settled down."

"I wouldn't exactly say we're settled." You laugh.

"Where is Rafe anyways?"

You shrug. "Said he was taking care of some business. I don't really want to know to be honest."

Courtney nods and decides not to press it further. The two of you go to the salon. You opt for white toenails to bring out your tan and glittery gold coffin nails for your fingers. You felt like a new person as you walked around town, looking at the cute baby items all the shops had. You couldn't believe you were spending a Saturday shopping for a baby instead of getting fucked up on the beach. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yo, is that Rafe and Barry?" Courtney asked suddenly as the two of you made your way down the street.

You look up to see Rafe and Barry fucking with the water system. "What the fuck..." You whisper to yourself before heading towards them. "What are you two doing?"

Rafe and Barry turn to look at you at you and Courtney. "Uuhhhh..."

"You better not try to lie to me right now, Rafe Cameron." You said sternly.

Rafe knew better than to lie. He took your arm and pulled you to the side. "My dad lost the gun..." He stated quietly.

"The one-"

"Yes." He cut you off. "He dropped it down the sewer by accident. We're trying to get it back."

Before you could respond your heard the sound of echoing voices.

"Guys! There's something dead in here!"

You and Rafe walked closer to the sound.

"Is it Gavin?! Do you see the gun?!"

The fucking Pogues.

"They're in the sewer." Rafe states.

"Shit..." You hear Courtney say.

Rafe turns back to Barry. "Flush 'em out."

"You flush that pipe, you gonna kill the rat." Barry warns.

"Yeah." Rafe's voice was confident.

"The last thing you need is more dead bodies showin' up around this bitch."

"If you're gonna be a pussy then you can leave." Rafe says.

"Do you not realize what you are doing, bruh?"

You and Courtney watch as Barry and Rafe stare at eachother for a moment.

"Get the hell out of the way." Rafe finally says. Barry does as he's told and leaves. The three of you standing in silence. You glance at Courtney.

"I'll go get the car," She said. "Be ready."

Courtney walks off towards the car and you turn to Rafe. "They all know?"

He bites his lip and nods.

"Okay. Drown 'em." You tell him. You tried not to think about the murderous path you had joined Rafe on, but you needed to protect your family. These Pogues were going to try to take him down and you couldn't let that happen.

Rafe smiles at you and you smile back. He begins turning the wheel and you watch as water begins to bubble out of the manhole. You listen closely for the voices.

"Guys! The water!" You can hear Kiara yell. "Guys, help!!"

You laugh. "Got 'em."

Courtney pulls up quickly and you and Rafe jump in her car. She speeds off towards Figure Eight, leaving the Pogues to drown in the sewer system.

You stared out at the moonlight hitting the water while Rafe and Ward talked.

"I looked for it everywhere, I swear to God." Rafe said.

"I know, I know. I'm not mad at you."

"Listen, if those Pogues got the gun we can just say John B stole it, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah I mean he lived at the house." Ward responded. "He's a known thief. Absolutely, yes."

You turn to Rafe. He holds out his arm for you and pulls you close to him. You remained quiet while him and Ward talked. You were as much a part of this now as they both were. There was no way you'd be kept out of the loop and they knew that. Even though you were pregnant, you still possessed all the crazy that Rafe did and now that the two of you were expecting, it fueled your fire even more, ready to do absolutely anything to take care of your baby.

"Listen, guys..." Ward begins. "I have to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow. Will you-will you guys go with me?"

Rafe looks at you and you smile your approval. "Yeah, yes sir."

"Good. It will be good to get you guys out of here. And honestly, I feel like I need someone to have my back."

"I got that. All day." Rafe says.

Ward looks at Rafe with love in his eyes. An expression you barely ever see from him. "You do, don't you?"

Rafe smiles. The smile only you and his dad are able to pull out of him. It makes your heart melt.

"Are you okay to fly?" Ward asks you.

"Yeah. I'll be good." You say with a smile.

"Okay. I'll see you two in the morning."

"You sure you're okay to go, sweet girl?" Rafe asks once his dad disappears down the dock.

You felt your hormones take over suddenly and you couldn't help the sob that escaped your lips.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?!" Rafe asked, pulling you into his chest.

"I just-I just want to be with you." You cry. "All the time. I hate when I'm not with you."

"I'm right here, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"This is just all so overwhelming, Rafe. I just want you to be okay. I'm so scared."

Rafe kneels down in front of you, holding your hips and placing kisses to your belly. He looks up at you. "I'm okay, baby girl. I'm going to make sure everything is okay. I'm going to take care of you and Wolfie, okay?"

You stare down at him through watery eyes and nod, running your fingers through his hair.

"Nothing will take apart our family. I promise." He tells you.

You smile. He smiles back, standing up and pressing his lips to yours. "Let's go pack, baby."

You practically want to kiss the ground when you touch down in Nassau. You were puking the entire plane ride. Rafe holding your hair back over a bucket while Ward flew the plain. You had no morning sickness your entire pregnancy but as soon as you were in the air you could not hold on to your stomach.

Once you got into the truck and rolled the windows down you felt a thousand times better. Ward stopped and picked up some sandwiches which you were grateful for because you had absolutely nothing in your stomach.

When you pulled up to the Cameron's Bahama house you were more than excited to go inside and lay down.

"I'm sorry this trip's been so hard, baby." Rafe says sadly as he helps you out of the car.

"It's okay. I'm just glad we're here." You say, lacing your fingers through his and resting the other hand on your baby bump.

"I didn't just bring you guys here because I need your help." Ward says. "I want to show you guys something."

Ward walks over to the large safe he had built into the wall. "You ready?"

You hold Rafe's hand tightly. "What you got in there? The Hope Diamond?" Rafe chuckles.

Ward smiles and opens the door to the safe. Your jaw drops at the sight. Gold. A lot. Of fucking. Gold.

"Is that real?" Rafe asks.

"Son, that's the realest thing there is." Ward says. He grabs two blocks of gold and hands one to each of you.

You gasp at the weight of it in your hands.

"You found..." Rafe begins. "You found the Royal Merchant?"

"Holy shit," You whispered.

"That's what all this has been about. The shit with John B, his dad, Peterkin. It's what Elliot and I worked out. All this gold, it's ours now. It can't bring your sister back, but it can save us."

"Jesus," Rafe whispers, you look up at him in awe.

"When Agatha hit we were in a financial hole, a deep one. Now we're not."

"How much are we looking at here?" You ask as you eye the gold.

"Half a billion." Ward responds.

You drop the gold to the floor as you turn to look at him. "Half-half a billion?"

Ward chuckles, picking the gold bar up off the ground.

"Oh, my God." Rafe says. "Holy shit!" He skips to the back porch. "Whoo! Haha! Dad what?! How is this even possible, huh?!"

You could feel a tear escape your eye as you laughed. You were set for life. I mean shit, you already were, but now you really were. You and Rafe could get a place of your own, you'd be able to send Wolf to college. The world was literally yours.

"Rafe look at me, look." Ward says, grabbing Rafe's shoulders. "I'm hard on you, Rafe. I'm real hard on you. That day on the tarmac. This is what was on the cargo plane." Ward says, holding up a piece of gold. "You were the only reason we were able to fly that out."

You look over at them, watching Rafe absorb his father's words.

"You, Rafe. Without you, no gold."

You walk over to them, pulling them both into a hug.

"You guys will be set. Wolf will be set for life. We wouldn't have this gold without the two of you." Ward says.

Rafe turns and wraps his arms fully around you, picking you up and twirling you around. Ward smiles at the sight of you two.

You giggle in Rafe's arms, pressing a deep kiss to his lips when he sets you down.

"You two go get some rest. We're flying this out first thing in the morning." Ward says, patting Rafe on the back. "You feeling okay, Y/N?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm great. Thank you for this." You say to Ward.

"Wouldn't have been able to do it without your dad's help." Ward smiles. "Now go. Figure out what school my grandson will be attending."

You chuckle and offer a smile.

"Thanks, dad." Rafe says before grabbing both your bags and heading upstairs, pulling you along with him.

He brings you to his room of the Bahama house. It was gorgeous. Gold assets and a large double door that lead out to a patio facing the ocean. It looked like a hotel room at the Versace mansion.

You and Rafe were all smiles. "We're set, baby." Rafe says as the two of you lay down on his bed. "We're fucking set."

You laugh. You couldn't believe how fucking set you were. "I fucking love you, Rafe."

"Marry me." He says quickly, but meaningfully. As if the question, or the demand, has been in his head forever. "Please. Please, marry me."

You look over at him in shock.

"I will buy you the prettiest ring. I promise. I just want..." He starts, turning towards you and cupping your cheek. "I want you to be my wife."

You place your hand over his and smile. "Of course I'll marry you, Rafe."

That sets off his big ass grin. "Really?"

"Yes. YES!" You say excitedly.

Rafe rolls you over, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips as he hovers over you. "I'm gonna put another baby in you now." He whispers against your lips.

"I don't think it works like that," You giggle.

"I'm gonna try anyways," He says, reaching under your dress and ripping your panties off.

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saiintvalentiine · 6 months ago

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hello............ loyalty duo werewolf au..................... im gonna start posting bits and bobs here and there of things ive written that dont really have anywhere else to go. no promises on if this will be continued, but i. i do love me some werewolves........................ divider

Warnings for vague descriptions of injuries and implied torture. The writing and editing is kinda rough, sorry for any major errors :')

this now has a follow up !

Wordcount: 1,087

“Werewolves don't exist,” is what the voice says. “What the fuck, werewolves do not exist!”

The muzzle hurts. It's too tight for his face. But he doesn't move from where he's laid, a bloodied heap slowly healing from his wounds. Every full moon he's dragged into this bedrock room after his fights, and every full moon he tries to escape while adrenaline is still flowing through him, and every full moon he suffers the consequences of thinking they can’t possibly stop him this time. He's too tired to fight this new voice, their scent uniquely cat-like and hovering above him. His eyes are too swollen. He's cried quite a bit. It's hard to stop when he's like this.

“Shit, I guess werewolves exist. Fuck. This isn't what I thought was gonna happen when they said there was dog fighting.”

The voice hovers closer, and he tries to shy away. Something is— broken, probably, in his leg, and his claws are cut through the quick, but he tries anyway to press against the wall.

“Hey, hey hey hey, no, I'm not gonna hurt you,” the voice pitches down, softens, and the part of his mind that can't bear another moment of cruelty forces a whimper out of his mouth. “Oh that's— I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm here to get you out, yeah? We're gonna leave. We're gonna leave riiiiight now, right now, I scared everyone else out, it's just you and me now.”

He's not sure he believes the voice, but beyond the walls, there is a terrifying, blessed silence. Whatever this voice did to everyone else, it could probably do to him. He's in no shape to fight it off.

“Hey,” the voice is even quieter now. “It said outside the door that your name is Wifies. Is that you? Wifies?”

He recognizes the name as the one they call him when he's not like this. He can't make any meaningful noise with his muzzle on, but he tries for. . . a purr, something in his chest that isn't a growl.

“Okay. Wifies. Okay Wifies, I'm Ken. You look too big for me to carry, so we need to work together to get you out of here, yeah?” there's some rustling, and Ken curses. He can't help the way he curls up further. “I brought all my escape kits but not a single healing pot. I'm an idiot.”

Getting up from his curled up spot sounds impossible, but his nails are already growing back in as jagged spikes, so he knows he can do it. He struggles to get his arms beneath him, hoisting himself up after a few false starts. Using his good leg, he twists around to sit and lean against the wall. That little bit of effort has him panting, or panting as much as he can within the metal restraints of his muzzle. He peels his eyes open, ignoring the sting.

“Hoooooooly shit,” Ken mutters, staring up at him. He's a head taller than Ken like this. “I definitely can't carry you, my God.”

Ken is dressed in all black, a brown strap across his chest and a bag hanging off his back. He's a cat hybrid, which explains the smell. His ears and eyes and whip-thin tail are split between a candied green and a golden orange. As soon as his blood stops rushing through his ears, he can hear Ken's heart beating, fast and skipping.

He can't make himself any smaller if he's meant to walk. He lowers his head and puts his ears back.

“Nooo, no no no, it's— you make yourself very small very well. Um, okay, let's— how am I gonna get you out of here?”

His bad leg still hurts, but if he can leave. . . He digs his palms into the bedrock behind him and pushes himself to stand. His weight, as paltry as it is for a wolf his size, causes his bad knee to buckle. Ken yelps. He withstands the shaking, burning pain of it to stand up properly.

“They don't chain you up anywhere?” Ken asks, eyes darting around the room. “I've got a netherite axe. I could definitely split any chain.”

Chains were no good. Once his nails grow back, they're easy to shred. He stares down at Ken.

“Jeez, you're huge, good fucking grief.”

He lumbers forwards towards Ken, and the darkened double doors of his cell. Ken takes a step back, then another, then turns around to push the doors open to their absolute maximum. He hunches over to squeeze through.

The hallway is just as dark as the cell, uninterrupted bedrock as far as he can see.

“It's a bit of a labyrinth. Just follow me.”

Ken hesitates for a moment before weaving his way through the halls. He follows, a loud, thudding, limping pace that should have alerted every single creature around to his presence. But it's just Ken’s feather-light footfalls and him. Whatever Ken did to clear the place out was absurdly successful.

As they turn another indistinct corner, he sees— moonlight. It pools onto the floors, sweet and cool and calling to him. There's a hole blown through the bedrock, the sparkling smell of redstone surrounding it, and he scrabbles around Ken to squeeze through it. Tumbling onto soft, dewey grass (grass, real grass, when had he ever felt such a thing?) he loses all strength and lays on his back, staring up at the full moon.

She's so huge. He's never seen Her before, had just known when She was full or new in his core. But here She is. She is huge and beautiful and he feels, for the first time ever, at peace.

Ken hops out of the hole and steps closer, crouching next to him.

“Hey buddy,” Ken says. “Do you think I can take the muzzle off?”

He shakes his head, then growls for good measure— a soft growl, low and short to not intimidate Ken too much. He can't explain that the muzzle was put on when he was smaller, that it can’t be removed when he’s like this. Or, it can, but it’ll hurt so much he might cry again. Better to let Ken believe that it’s impossible, just in case.

“That's a no. Okay. Well, we should probably leave soon before anyone realizes anything,” Ken looks up at the sky before swinging back and sitting down in the grass, sighing. “But I don't think sitting here for a little longer can hurt.”

Wifies purrs and basks in the moonlight.

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takaraphoenix · 6 months ago

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This is my ask for the multi chapter Steter. Anything you want to share, I’m so curious about it now. 🥺🥺

THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ^-^

Okay so, once again, this started out as a Mischief Monday and then I kinda went "mmmh no nope this is. the first chapter of something".

It's a soulmate AU because I love soulmate AUs and though I adore the True Mates angle for Teen Wolf, I really wanted a proper, full "everyone has a soulmate" AU with soulmarks.

The fic's title is Defying the Death Date and the soulmate AU I chose for it is that you bear your soulmate's birthday, if they are born before you then you are born with the date but if they are born after you then the date will appear on your body when they are born. And... as a counterpart to it, when your soulmate dies, their death date appears on your body.

Stiles learns that Peter is his soulmate when they kill the Alpha together.

And this was supposed to be a short oneshot about the angst of that. But then Derek decided to adopt Stiles and Stiles in return decided to adopt Derek in a burst of "in a soulmate universe, your family's soulmates would be your family and your soulmate's family would be your family and both these broken guys are gonna cling onto each other and then Stiles helps Derek grow the Hale Pack", so the Steter soulmate fic got a little hijacked by the need for platonic fluffy Sterek and then I figured "okay but that is kinda taking away from Steter... so what if, instead of using Lydia to resurrect, Peter would appear to STILES in visions and use the soulmate bond to bring himself back?" and yeah at that point I knew this wasn't gonna be a long oneshot either, this was turning multichapter...

Here, have an excerpt from chapter 1, the full chapter will be posted on December 21st:

The first time Stiles saw Peter Hale was in the hallway of a hospital and it was neither magical, nor amazing, but perhaps a little mind blowing. After all, Derek’s comatose uncle turned out to be the Alpha who bit Scott and he also turned out to not be as comatose as previously assumed.

Still, there were no… sparks, there was no recognition, no heart eyes or immediate swooning.

No, Stiles would only realize that Peter was his soulmate the third time they met.

(After a horrific second meeting on the lacrosse field that included the mauling of Lydia and the kidnapping of Stiles. Though a much tamer and less deadly kidnapping than Stiles would have anticipated, if one considered the dead nurse in Peter’s trunk or the state Lydia had been in when Stiles and Peter left the school grounds. He’d later wonder if that was the bond, subconsciously.)

The third time Stiles met Peter was at the burned out Hale House, after Peter tore Kate Argent’s throat out with his claws. There was still a sense of insanity in his red-burning eyes and Stiles found himself terrified and rooted to the spot, Jackson hot on his heels after Stiles had more or less forced the other jock into being his chauffeur to the crime scene.

All Stiles could see was the Alpha who had bitten Scott. The monster who had torn Lydia. The cold-blooded murderer who drove his nurse’s corpse around in the trunk of his car.

So Stiles threw the Molotov cocktail, to be ignited by an arrow from Allison. Setting Peter on fire (for the second time in the man’s life and good gods help him, Stiles felt his stomach twist at the reality of that). But it were Derek’s claws sinking into Peter’s throat that ended the man’s life.

The moment Derek tore them out, a searing pain shot through Stiles’ entire being and for a long, agonizing moment, he felt like he was on fire. His knees buckled from the overwhelming pain and he went down onto the ground, desperately grabbing his shirt to pull it up and see the spot where the pain seemed to originate from. His left hip. His eyes widened in true horror as he watched today’s date burn itself into his flesh in the same elegant cursive as the birth date on his right hip.

His soulmate had died. This very moment, his soulmate had died. The moment Derek ripped out his uncle’s throat, Stiles’ soulmate died. His eyes widened, terror and grief and confusion melting together into an awful emotion that seemed to drown him, because he could no longer breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He tried to but it was like his lungs had stopped working, because his soulmate was dead. His soulmate was dead and he had helped kill him.

#Steter #Soulmate AU #Teen Wolf #Fic: Defying the Death Date #Stiles Stilinski #Peter Hale #Sneak Peek

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pinkpinkmermayyy · 1 year ago

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guys I need more people to ramble about and hyperfixate with over my atsv beauty and the beast au and my atsv enchanted au bc ITS TAKING ME OVERRRR

like beauty and the beast au but Jeff doesn’t get cursed by an enchantress because he’s an asshole (being honest he would not be that much of a dick) but AARON WANTS REVENGE AGAINST JEFF FOR CUTTING TIES WITH HIM AND USES HIS PROWLER ESQUE POWERS TO TURN HIM INTO A BEAST AND CURSE THE REST OF THE CASTLE. Or wait even better WHAT IF ITS A TASK ASSIGNED TO HIM BY KINGPIN AND HE RELUCTANTLY STILL DOES IT HOLY SHIT

and then there’s Rio being Belle and MIGUEL BEING GASTON HOLY SHIT HE’D BE SUCH A JERK and imagine like idk fucking Peter b as LeFou LMAO.

also omg imagine the rest of the spider society being the utensils or some shit OMGGGG like Jess being ms potts SKFHSKDHSKDHD

and also the scene where the beast transforms back into a human and belle has to take a second before she really recognizes him when looking at his eyes and they kiss but with Rio and Jeff 🥺🥺🥺 I can’t it’s so cute skfhskdhskdhd

also I feel like as a beast Jeff would kinda be more like a bear mixed with a wolf or something but it’s mostly bear qualities lolol

ok ok NOW ONTO ENCHANTED IM NOT FINISHED

IF YA’LL HAVE SEEN ENCHANTED YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA GO

So Rio is Giselle, and Jeff is Robert. That’s extremely expected. But here’s the interesting thing: GABRIEL (like Miguel’s younger brother) AS PRINCE EDWARD AND-

CONCHATA AS NARISSA

THE FUCKING POTENTIAL THIS HAS Y’ALL CANT FATHOM IT AKFHSKDHSKDHSJD

also like imagine that scene like after the “so close” scene (the most romantic scene in any movie ever btw) where Narissa shows up as a disguised old woman again and pursuades Giselle to eat the apple but with the characters we have in this au. Like thinking of Rio being extremely devastated that she can’t see Jeff ever again and that she actually wants to be a real woman in the real world. Her old fairytale life doesn’t feel right anymore, and she loves Jeff and she loves New York. And then Conchata comes here being like “you could forget everything that’s happened here, like it never happened” and manipulates her with the idea of being miserable while having to be with someone she doesn’t love forever. AND THEN THE SCENE WHERE ROBERT KISSES AND WAKES UP GISELLE AFTER EDWARD’S KISS DOESN’T WORK BUT WITH RIO AND JEFF OMGG!!!!

also Rio saving her man from dragon!conchata omg THIS IS MELTING MY BRAIN IN A GOOD WAY SKDHSJFHDJ

@t1r4misuu @deritosmi @ace-and-sleepdeprived @darksidescorner @fancylala4 @hoe-bie @kaidan-z @l0starl @punkeropercyjackson @the-cat-and-the-birdie @urmadiik @ohara-n-brown @tatumis-a

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welp-back-on-my-bs · 10 months ago

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ike prince zoo to husband AU

- you have three pets at home Yeves(yellow cat), Rio, ans Silvio

- you found Rio first, saving him from the streets, he likes to lay in your lap and cuddle you alot

- then you went to a pet store and bonded with Yeves then a bit later Silvio

- Yeves is often in accidents, falling off of everything, tripping iver things, etc. It's amazing he is still alive

- Silvio and Rio often bark at eachogher and play fight. You do get worried about Rio, bit soon after he trots ived to you and cuddles you. Silvio is a bit of a gaurd dog and protects you, and steals treats when he can get away with it. He also barks and growls at any of your guests and won't let woman (outside of you if you are one) pet him

- at the zoo you take care of alot of differnt animals

- there is the Albino Tiger known as Chalavier, you call him Chev, he dosent really let people hang around him. You're one of the only ones he does, witch is cool, you walk with him, and feed him. He dosent ever seem interested if you ever play with him, so you leave it be. Aparantly thjbgs went bad with the other tiger so they have been seperated

- Clavis is quite the graceful and playful leopard. He likes to jump on you and give you a bunch of kisses and is a bit cuddley. He clearly takes pride in whatever you gift him and is sure to eat it in view of other animals

- Nokoto is also quite the affectionate little animal. Although he is a bit more likely to show that affection in private areas. He tries his best to leave his sent on you. Loves to chase you and play tag

- Luke literally is the most affectionate and vuddley bear here. You tought the other animals were cuddley. When it comes to hibernation, he tries to take you to his cave to hibernate with him. It is dangerous for others to try to free you, but you can make a trade for your freedom

- Leon the Lion. Makes sence for a lion. He is quite the elegant and sweet one, with a beautiful dark Maine. He has never really shown who his favorite keeper is, but sometimes gentley bites your sleeve so you can stay longer

- Jin is a beautiful and elegant Eagle. He often flies over the zoo as the animals aren't going to attack him, and he won't attack them either. He has good manners, but mainly lands on the female employes

- Licht is a quiet and unassuming wolf. He often stays away from his keepers. He is a rescue from another zoo afterall along side of Nokoto. He gets along well with all of the animals surprisingly. He dosent allways eat, but you have been the first one to get him to. You do worry about him and just kinda hangout in hos enclosure sometimes just to let him get used to you

- Sarel is this beautiful big Eatern king snake, he was the first zoo animal witch took a likeing to you outside of Leon maybe. He likes to hang out on your shoulders and let you talk to kids and others about him and his species.

- Gilbert is the other lion this time with Melanism. He is black and quite beautiful really. He is quite playful with you, but is a bit nippy. He is often isolated and not allowed to sotalize with the other animals within the zoo due to a big fight with Chev causing him to lose an eye.

- Keith is another rescue from another zoo. He isn't really allowed to sofalize with the other animals due to being prey. He is another enclosure you do hang out in. Only Licht is allowed to play with him because Licht dosent eat animals he knows, any dead ones given to him. Keith is quite the sweet deer, most of the time. There're times where he does get aggressive and a bit bucky. You don't blame h8m tough and give him space and respect. He does his best to keep you safe while in his enclosure.

- one day you wake up to "hey! I'm hungry- are ya gonna feed us or what?-"

"Heyyy be nice to our human-"

"Whatever- they need to feed me since I'm the only one here who can actually take care of us outside of them getting the food!"

"Please shut up you two. They should get their beauty rest."

- what in the hell is going on????

#part 2 may come into existence #dont hold me to it tho lol #ikemen series #ikepri #ikemen prince

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yannaryartside · 4 months ago

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What would Carmy fight for.

I will like to make a point on an element I would like to see in Carmy's psychology for him to complete his character arc. I think the themes of the show are not just depression and regression but especially self-destruction since that is a common struggle for people who have survived abuse. All this started with Michael's ultimate act of self-destruction, and we watched Carmen endure now an entire season of self-derogatory and toxic thoughts while we know he suffers from fire hallucinations that could be interpreted as suicidal/self-harm fantasies.

This is to reflect on where Carmy is and where he could go, but based on personal experience as someone who also battled self-destruction as the result of abuse. Because of that, I may get a little dark but mostly cheesy and an individual paragraph; the rest is a regular analysis. If you had a close relationship with someone who was or is suicidal, proceed at your own discretion. Speculation of s4 as well.

But the core of what I want to talk about is here.

is a simple concept, but even more intricate when talking about depression because is not like you can switch a light in your brain. It is not like love, career, inspiration, and family can save Carmy; it wouldn't have saved Michael, either. So let's get into it.

The thing that I find the most beautiful of the pilot of s3 is that Carmy becoming a chef was an act of defiance. He build himself to express the full extent of his potential. You may say, he gained claws. But then he came back, to confront the monster that had made him a broken animal to begin with. And in the bridge, he met that bear again, without knowing what the bear really wanted from him.

I love the discussion on how therapy or even what type of therapy would be useful for Carmy, but I really have a hard time imagining him breaking out of the “bear spell” without something or someone guiding the way.

Both events and people serve as catalyst of change, and for me that’s what makes s4 the more exciting season so far, because it got to be the season of change making. But I cannot avoid to dread it thinking of all the loose ends that may be necessary to close in order for carmy to fully heal.

This is the personal chapter. My own battle with depression came to point inflection in a conversation with a Jesuit priest who was serving as a teacher and psychologist at my university (he had a degree for both, ok, I wasn’t in us back then). This priest, let’s call him Miguel, was a fantastic teacher who genuinely cared about the students. To not make this story too long on how he came to suspect I was really struggling, quite suicidal at the age of 20, the important part is he had an exchange with me that could be summarized with this

“many catholics wait for God to give them permission and guidance to be great, instead of putting our faith in that he has given us a soul has powerfull as his. We can use our power use to fight to defend the lies this worlds told us about ourselves, or we can fight for our own truth, how we wanna live life, how we define ourselves”

Religious image aside and almost 10 years of therapy and self help books later. It all keeps coming back to that basic concept of “what are you fighting for”

Is the bad wolf or the good wolf winning the battle in your heart? Which one are you feeding?

I need to know what is gonna make Carmy fight for his own life, against his own depression, self loathing conceptions, the abuse he has endured, the relationships he has used as a filler and the ones that actually build him. He has already taken a huge jump, accepting what he endured for chef David was abuse, releasing the anger and sadness behind it. But I would assume he still holds up to the abuse he suffered from his mother.

What is it gonna be next: breaking point? A revelation? An advice that would allow him to see himself as something more than defective and see the abuse and malfunction for what it is? Idk. Even conversations with loved ones and inspiration can serve for this.

I am gonna pay a lot of attention to his mental state at the beginning of s4. I feel most of the clues may be there. But he stills holds to a lot of shit that doesn’t serve him anymore. And it makes sense he didn’t get rid of any of it before confronting chef David, at some point, our survival techniques, even based on trauma, keep us alive.

But he also just had the biggest professional failure of his life after that review. He may loose the crew, the restaurant of his family, and he may loose Sydney, all while having to close his feelings for his brothers death, his resentment towards her mother, and the idolization of a relationship that never was solid to begin with.

Carmy really has no solid ground to step in.

I would really be interested if Syd decides to keep herself afloat instead of drowning trying to keep them both afloat. It’s not her style, she may support him, but maybe not be his emotional anchor. Idk, I am in the fence on this subject specifically since the last scene of her in s3. I think it would make sense for her to stay beside him, but with an element of agency that brings the relationship to a point of no return. From both of them.

Regardless, I wonder what will be the reason Carmy would fight for. What would give him that last breath of courage to decide what’s best for him. To fight for his own life, by his own hands.

More than another depressed character saved by love and plot, I wanna see a fighter. Without a fight, there is no love or plot, not that matters anyhow, Michael had both, and he got tired of fighting. And nobody else could save him. The lies were too loud, and he had stopped listening to his own truth, his own dreams, feelings, and hopes.

So I guess for me the dramatic question of the show has always been…would Carmy embrace the bear and fight the things that had him caged all this time?

#sydcarmy #the bear #sydney adamu #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear meta #carmy x sydney #carmy the bear #sydney x carmy #carmen berzatto meta #just 1 am memories

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I have another AU idea that i want to bring to life someday, its not as fleshed out as Stories Untold but its already following a story so it doesn't really need a plot except for a few changes.

Whats your guys thoughts on a Brother Bear AU? focusing on Sonic and Tails, a little bit of knuckles. Characters aside from Sonic and Tails are still to be decided.

So if any of your bones creak like mine, Brother Bear is an old disney movie with beautiful native and inuit representation. Back when disney wasnt just trying to find a pretty buck and actually made their movies visually appealing along with a detailed story.

It follows 3 brothers, the oldest dies from a bear attack unintentionally caused by the youngest going after it to recitify a mistake. The youngest being Kenai or Sonic in this AU.

Kenai or Sonic, decides to seek avenge his brothers death by killing the beast. This is the beginning of where i change things around, i want to be as close to the source material as possible but my changes wont fit realistically so your gonna have a dire wolf sized fox. The movie is based on inuit culture and i cant use inuit representation 100% so this is a FICTIONAL native AU. Not based on any real cultures, inspired but not based.

That being said, Sonic goes to hunt this dire fox much to the dismay of the 2nd brother. I cant decide whos who aside from sonic.

Sonic kills this fox after an aggressive battle and the spirits, gaia, punish him for taking an unnecessary life by turning him into a mobian.

Forgot to mention 😅 sonic and his "brothers" are human and there are normal animals, but the beasts are mobians. Catch my drift on this? Okay.

Okay so Sonic kills the fox and is turned into a what? Hedgehog mobian! Because at the beginning, when a tribe member comes of age, they receive a totem of who they represent. Sonics was a cute little Hedgehog, the Hedgehog of love.

Yeah Amys gonna like that one lmao 🤣 😘

The 2nd brother comes last minute to see a changed Sonic and the aftermath of a fight. Thinking the random blue hedgehog killed Sonic, now thinking he lost 2 brothers he goes to attack. Sonic narrowly escapes and is separated for now.

Ive explained enough of the movie at this point, but Sonic comes across Tails who is a lone mobian. Born amd raised. Tails is Koda, the little bear Kenai meets.

Sonic at first is not liking the company of Tails, but while they travel across the land, they start to bond and Sonic begins to feel attached to the kid. His moralites and perspectives beging to change

Tails is a little shit in this btw, exactly like Koda. Does not shut up and is glued to Sonic in an endearing sort of way.

They become like brothers until it gets to the point of the movie where Tails is talking about why hes alone and his separation from his mom. Sonic breaks his own heart telling Tails that before changing, before the knowledge he has now about the mobians, he killed Tails mother to avenge his brother.

Honey there is so much unbreakable bond material with this movie, i even made an AI voice generated clip of Tails singing "im on my way" by phil collins.

Its getting pen to paper is where im stuck, im still working out how to present my idea visually. Id honestly adore seeing ideas from you guys.

Knuckles i cant decide if he should be the Shaman or the oldest brother. Kinda want Shadow to be the 2nd brother.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic and tails #tails #theyr brothers your honor #unbreakable bond #stories untold au #brother bear #brother bear au #sonic au #reblog your ideas!!

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brinleyparke · 2 years ago

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S.W.A.T. (2017) fanfic ideas/prompts

I add new ones pretty often, so keep checking the lists for new prompts.

Some of these ideas can be combined.

Who did go see Street while he was in the hospital after the surgery if Hondo was in Mexico, and Luca and Chris were in Germany?

Street is tired and sore after a long day at work. Molly gives him a massage. (SFW).

Sick Street

After Street gets kicked out of S.W.A.T. and sent back down to patrol, Street starts doing more undercover work.

When Luca is staying at Street's place in season 1, Luca finds out that Street has nightmares, but not about cases. They're about his old man and the bad foster homes.

(Season 1 or early season 2) "Look, Hondo," says Buck, "deep down, Street is still just a scared kid who's been used, abused, neglected, manipulated, and abandoned by the people who are supposed to take care of him too many times."

What if Deac and Annie or just Annie visited Street in the hospital after the transplant surgery?

H/C – Molly comforting Street

What if Street's uncle somehow found out about the transplant and decided to visit his nephew? Luckily, Deacon (who I like to think of as one of Street's work/surrogate dads; Hondo is the other) is there, too, to check in on the kid. Even better if Annie is there, too, and goes Mama Bear Mode.

Street offers to babysit Vivien for Hondo and Nichelle. After seeing how good he is with her, they say yes. Based on the scene at the beginning of 6x18, where Hondo says, "I thought we were gonna have to kick Street and Chris out last night." Nichelle replies, "I had no idea Street was such a baby person."

Street tells Buck he's going to give half of his liver to his mom. Buck is supportive.

Buck finds out about the team's tendency to treat Street like 💩 (maybe Buck is at HQ and sees it happen or maybe Street tells him inadvertently). He is none too pleased with his former team.

Street has never been to the aquarium before, so Molly takes him there on a date.

The team throws Street a surprise birthday party, not realizing he's never had any kind of birthday party before.

Street goes undercover as a male stripper

Suggested by @erinsworld – After Street gets kicked off SWAT and put back on patrol, he ends up without a partner. Patrol commander thinks he's a hot-shot trouble maker who needs to be taught a lesson. Street tells his Capt that it's policy to have a partner. Street doesn't question it when the captain falsely tells him that the order for him to ride solo came from Hondo because "Since he likes being a lone wolf so much, he doesn't need a partner." Street has been neglected, used, abused, and abandoned by all the people who are supposed to take care of him and protect him. He sees Hondo as just another person who has abandoned him. So why would he question Hondo's "orders"?

Slight AU – What if after Hondo kicks Street off the team, Street gets really hurt when he responds to a call where things went sideways? By really hurt, I mean really, really hurt. They search Street's locker for the letter, but they don't find it because he burned it after Hondo fired him.

Slight AU – What if Street wrote his letter to Buck or to Nate instead of to Chris?

Slight AU – What if Street reunites with Nate after being kicked out of S.W.A.T. instead of on a case in season 3?

Slight AU – What if after Street's bike is stripped for parts, he calls Buck instead of Chris?

Slight AU – After getting kicked out of S.W.A.T., Street decides to put in a transfer back to Long Beach. He starts taking more risks in the field. (Maybe he starts doing more undercover work because he has nothing to lose.) When he is injured pretty badly, the hospital calls Buck bc he's Street's emergency contact.

Slight AU – What if Street stayed with Buck after the fight with his mom instead of couch surfing?

Slight AU (6x10) – What if after Street was benched from the case, he went with Rocker's team on a raid or something because they were down a man for some reason, and Hicks approved it? And what if on that raid Street gets hurt (maybe he takes a bullet for one of the team or a witness or victim, or he takes a necessary (to him) risk)? Maybe, for some humor, Rocker can be like, "Oh shit. Chris is gonna kill me." (Or Molly if you are a Strolly fan like me) Street can reply, "Nah, she'll kill me." Then, Rocker will say, "You know what? She'll probably kill both of us." Street will be like, "If Hondo doesn't kill us first."

AU – What if Hondo didn't just kick Street off of SWAT? What if he took his badge and gun, too? Possibilities: (1) Maybe Street starts racing to get money instead of just doing it for fun. (2) Maybe Street starts up his own garage where he fixes bikes. Perhaps he hears some of his customers talking about something illegal. He tells Hicks. They send him undercover. (3) Maybe Street goes back to Club G (from 1x04, where the bouncer said Street has "potential") and works there to make ends meet.

AU – Victor and Bonnie got to have a real wedding. Bonnie doesn't turn out to be a cheating, lying tramp, and Molly catches the bouquet.

AU/Slight AU – Street never breaks up with Molly. Street asks Hicks' permission to marry Molly.

AU – What if Strolly (Street/Molly) stayed together?

AU – Nate doesn't die. (Maybe Nolan couldn't find him. Maybe Street got there on time, or maybe Nate was somehow able to get away.)

Arrow x-over: Werner Zytle has managed to distribute his new version of Vertigo (it makes you hallucinate your biggest fear) to L.A.. Oliver finds out and goes to L.A.. On a S.W.A.T. raid, Street gets dosed with the vertigo. His team tries to comfort him, but to little or no avail, and they don't have an antidote. The Green Arrow comes in and saves the day.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Terry/Street

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Street and Peralta as chaotic besties.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Luca and Peralta as chaotic besties.

Moonlight x-over: What if the foster parents at one of the homes Street lived in were vampires who like to feed on children? One night, Buck tries to call Street. Maybe just to check in. At first, Buck doesn't think much of it. Then, it happens again the next night. The next day at work, Buck finds out several kids have just disappeared from that neighborhood. A private investigator offers his help to find the missing kids.

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yallemagne · 2 years ago

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I think a great deal of the horror in this segment consists of wondering if Mina is actually secretly evil and totally feeding off of Van Helsing in his sleep. That part of the horror has never affected me because I'm just like "don't fucking dare insult my daughter's good name by teasing that she'd assault a sleeping man, she would not" but that's just me.

Even when she's creepy and laughing that she is safe from the Weird Sisters, she's actively trying to protect Van Helsing from them, which gives me the impression that she is either still far off from being a vampire or that even in a vampiric state, she is not totally selfish, which adds to my insistence that she wouldn't hurt VH.

In Re: Dracula, we hear Dracula laughing along during the scene. He's watching, and he's amused to find these two being sitting ducks. Even if the Sisters weren't successful in stealing any blood, except from the horses, at least he got a laugh out of seeing the two quake in fear.

Van Helsing leaves Mina alone in the woods. Where there're wolves. Yeah sure, vampires can't nab her up, and she can't be compelled to leave the circle, but a wolf sure doesn't need permission to enter. He at least acknowledges this and is like "I'm gonna make this quick". He does not make it quick.

Something that strikes me is how absolutely shocked he is that he finds the vampires beautiful. He's like "me! can you believe it? me!" I'm pocketing that for my ace headcanon--

There are two different ways you can read his explanation of the vampire trance, one being a self-excusing "well you know us men, horny always", and one being what I prefer, which is an explanation that anyone, regardless of their intentions and what they truly desire, would be beset by the beauty of a vampire because that is the vampire's natural defence against being killed. Doubt is a powerful weapon used by a monster.

I've always imagined Mina's interruption as... well, more like it is described: a low continuous wail, a scream. Re: Dracula instead having her let out quiet weeping sobs is more sorrowful, perhaps feeling pity for the vampire women like VH does.

Van Helsing having such a hard time staking these three complete strangers (and previously delaying staking Lucy until he could find someone else to do it) gives me a certainty that he could probably never stake Mina himself. The guilt of ending the reign of terror of these three remorseless monsters is too much for him to bear, and his relief whenever he has proof that Mina is not a vampire yet, he rejoices, and it feels more for his own sake than hers. He doesn't want to be the one.

It reminds me of how his main argument in favour of him being the one sent away with Mina is the fact that he can be easily killed. Not so comforting for a candidate meant to protect Mina, but if he instead brought it up as in "I will die for her, my life can be sacrificed."... well.

I'm still slapping him in his old face for assuming that when Mina talks about her husband approaching she is referring to the gross old box man and not her HUSBAND, JONATHAN.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #mina harker #abraham van helsing

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glittergoblinzz · 1 year ago

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For the Hybrid!Au, I believe Evelyn would absolutely be a fox hybrid despite her love for birds and her bird-related call sign....

I just feel like a fox fits her better in this aspect. She's snarky, sassy....she's small and agile. Plus she can weasel her way out of situations when needed (at least with Price. She's the second youngest member of the team so he's got a bit of a soft spot for her)

And yes, I apologize if it's hard to tell but she's chubby and has a bit of a pudgy tummy

For the others, I believe:

• Price would be a Grizzly Bear. This should be obvious. I'm a firm believer of Price with a bit of a belly plus he's got all that hair on his body. After everything this man has been through, I fully believe he could sleep for weeks or months at a time. So yeah, he gives off some Grizzly vibes to me

• Soap is a husky imo. Have you seen those blue eyes? Leave him alone for more than two minutes and he's absolutely gonna be getting into trouble. He's hyper, always goofing around and annoying the hell outta Ghost. As a husky owner, I can see Soap being a husky through and through

• Gaz is a hawk. He's got one hell of an aim plus he's extremely observant of everything and everyone around him. Nothing gets passed this man. Now, what kind of hawk he is....I'm still not sure exactly...I'll decide on that later

• Ghost is a wolf. Do I need to say anything else? He's got that strong pack mentality, always making sure his teammates stay safe while on missions and that they come back alive. Even when not deployed, he can't help but check up on his team every so often due to his past.

• Roach is a Koala. Hear me out on this. Yeah, this man is a hardened soldier but....he's also extremely laid back. Like REALLY laid back. If he ain't training or out on a mission, he's in his room sleeping or munching on his secret stash of snacks he's gotten from his family back home in care packages. I also headcanon Roach as a bit of a smoker. No, not cigarettes. Being from the US where it's legal in few states, I'm certain he's done weed before and does it from time to time. He doesn't do it as much while deployed due to the obvious reasons. But don't be surprised to find edibles or whatever if you ever visit his home...

• Laswell is a tiger. She's fierce and doesn't take shit from anyone. Plus she's extremely loyal to those she considers family

• Nikolai is also a bear but instead he's a black bear. Much more chill and laid back than Price. Not as eager to start fights but will fight if he has to

• Makarov is a fox as well....or maybe a snake? I can't decide which one 😭 both fits Makarov so well. He's obviously a snake and wouldn't hesitate to lash out at anyone who he sees as a threat, including Yuri, but he's also tricky and has a silver tongue like a fox....

• Yuri is a polar bear. I know, there's a lot of bears but come on. Price, Nikolai and Yuri definitely have bear vibes. I can't be the only one who doesn't feel this, right? Yuri would be fiercely protective of those he cares about unless their name is Vladimir and they just so happen to be a sadistic psychopath and would give his life to protect them, despite seemingly being a cold hearted soldier

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bendingmuses · 1 year ago

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@heirscrchd wanted me to talk about this scene from the comics. This bot long, so bear with me. Cause I have thoughts.

So, a bit of backstory for those have not read the comics. The gaang, minus Toph and plus Azula, are in search for Ursa (Azula and Zuko's mom). They had just fought off a spirit wolf that spat moth-wasps at them. Everything has calmed down after that and Zuko and Sokka are taking first watch (because they don't exactly trust Azula). While Aang meditates, and Katara and Azula sleep. Azula has fought them and ran from them to try and get ahead of them. So they need to be careful.

Azula is shivering, it's a wonder she can sleep at all. Especially while her mind is essentially attacking her in her sleep. Which is terrifying to think about. That you can't trust you own mind even when sleeping. But then Sokka asks that question: "After everything that's happened, you're still gonna let her sleep with her hands unbound?"

Which, come on Sokka. Let the girl have some bit of dignity. It's probably really uncomfortable to sleep bound up. I know she's messed up, but you all have a common goal right now.

Then starts my favorite conversation in the comics. Ever since his own redemption and rise to Fire Lord, Zuko has been willing to give Azula chance after chance. He desperately wants a connection with his family, and he's willing to make questionable decisions to get there. Including bringing Azula along on this mission, and trusting her to not run off or go against them. He wants to believe that his sister is capable of being and doing better. Just like him and Uncle Iroh. That she can learn from her mistakes and come out of it a better person.

I mean, just look at the scene that made him want to search for his mother in the first place. A speech about how the way a dignitary treats their family is a good indicator of how they will treat their nation. Which, in Zuko's case, is a far cry from a good sign for the future.

Zuko is unsure and questioning. He just wants his family, and as great as Uncle Iroh is, he also doesn't want to disturb his peace in Ba Sing Se too much. He's trying so hard, but maybe it would be a little easier to be Fire Lord if he had his family at his side. At least, as much of his family as he can get.

But back to the original scene in question.

Not only is this just a really cute moment between Zuko and Sokka, but we get to see more of Sokka being a caretaker for Katara. We get to see the good side of having a sibling, and so does Zuko. And I love the parallels here. Two big brothers that just want to do right by their little sisters. Granted, Sokka seems to have a better grasp of it than Zuko does, but can you really blame him? Zuko and Azula were pitted against each other all their childhood. It's kind of hard to fight against something so ingrained in you from a young age.

I mean, just look how soft Sokka looks caring for Katara. I love them so much, and would kill for Zuko and Azula to have something similar. Though, I know it's a far cry from what we'll probably ever get in canon.

"Seem's like you're getting the short end of that stick," Zuko says when Sokka compares throwing witticisms at Katara like she throws snowballs at him. Zuko is so used to comparing himself and his life to Azula's that getting the short end of the stick seems foreign to him. He was always striving to be equal at least equal to Azula. Which seemed impossible until he finally accepted his destiny and learned what true firebending was. So, he doesn't quite understand where Sokka is coming from, but he wants to. He wants that type of relationship. Where they're not constantly fighting to outdo the other, but instead just to tease each other. To be somewhat normal and have stupid little arguments instead of life-threatening ones.

Lastly is such a cute and sweet moment from Zuko. Putting a blanket over Azula so she won't freeze. Which, to most, it doesn't seem like much, but it is. Zuko during the war would have never thought to do something like that for Azula. He would have let her freeze, because if she's so great and smart, then she can figure it out. Which comes from a place of resentment and insecurity. Not that he's becoming more secure in himself and realizing how much damage his father actually did to them, he's starting to resent her less and less. Does that mean he necessarily trusts her? No. What it does mean is that he's willing to not just see her as just her war crimes and terrible behavior towards him. He's willing to look at her as the victim she is, but also hold her accountable for her actions.

In the end, Zuko wants Azula to do better. He wants to have that relationship with he where they can actually be friends. In his core, he really does love his sister. He just needed to be able to separate her from Ozai for him to actually start trying to express that. After all, I think he fully believed the institution was supposed to help her. Until he realized that it was doing more damage than good.

What I'm saying, is let Zuko be a good brother. That's all he wants. He wants to do right by Azula, and now Kiyi. Just like how he wants to do right by the Fire Nation. Because if he can rebuild his broken family, then he can rebuild the Fire Nation. To him, they are kind of one in the same.

#ooc #headcanon: zuko #tw: long post

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bountyhaunter · 1 year ago

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TIMING: The night of February 25th PARTIES: Chris @chrisgates & Daiyu @bountyhaunter LOCATION: The woods SUMMARY: There's a bounty on Chris' head and Daiyu has come to collect! After tracking him for a fair while, she lures him with a dead fox and attacks. Things don't go as planned for either party CONTENT WARNINGS: Gun use, animal cruelty (for the fox), parental death

The trouble with hunting a particular werewolf was that it took some planning and besides that, a whole lot of luck. To simply hunt any and all werewolf was easy enough (obvious issues of hunting a feral, ferocious creature aside) but to try and find a specific one … well, it took a little more care. And so Daiyu had done her homework. She’d gathered some intel on spots the wolf with the golden coat had frequented, where the hunter it’d killed had perished and where werewolves tended to gather in Wicked’s Rest. She’d spent the last two nights of the full moon tracking the creature and now felt she was properly prepared to claim its life and with it, the bounty attached to its name.

It was hard not to think of her siblings, of the wolf head that had decorated the family home’s living place, of the hunting trips on full moons. The Volkov pack against the vicious wolves — but they’d never been much of a pack, with the spirit of competition too sharp in the air. Daiyu preferred to hunt alone, now. She preferred the weapons she’d bought herself, not those legacy pieces. She preferred who she was without competition, her sister breathing down her neck, always wondering if Inna had set up a trap for her — because that’s how low they’d both stoop, those days.

So she was alone, squatted behind a fallen tree, eyes focused on the trees ahead of her. Between those and herself lay a dead fox. Daiyu had felt bad slitting it open, letting its guts and meat spill out to attract the wolf. Somewhere her brother Vissa told her she was silly for caring. Are you gonna cry, runt? She readjusted her hunting rifle where it lay on the fallen tree, checked if her silver knives were still strapped. There was a branch snapping, far in the distance. Something in her stomach tugged. It was close — if it was the wolf she was after. She steeled herself, hoping it’d take to her lure.

—

With little pressure at all, snow crunched beneath cracked, worn toe pads. White, icy flurries became entangled and melted within the wiry, golden fur that lined the wolf’s back and shoulders. Tired, aching muscles rolled under the skin with each lumbering step it took through the forest; its goal was simple that day: it needed food, but it wanted an easy day. Fast food, if you will. Mentally, neither Chris nor the wolf were doing particularly hot as of late, and truthfully, it would have slept the rest of the night away if it wasn’t for the moon and those pesky instincts.

The search for a meal gave it the opportunity to check its territory. Aside from the faint stench of wandering humans and a few passing deer, there was not much else but snack sized bites. The last bear it encountered was many moons ago and the other wolves? They made sure to steer clear from the area. There was no reasoning with something so feral.

The stench of blood grew strong. It was an older blood, one that had been sitting for some time, but it was fresh enough that it caused the wolf’s mouth to wet with saliva. Worth it? Maybe, they’d have to see. The smell came from a small corpse, a fox, from what Chris’ memories relayed. It was brown surrounded by a darkening of the snow — blood, from what its nose told it. The wolf paused at the base of a tree, its mismatched eyes fixed on the clearing in front, only darting to the edges, wondering if there was something else out there. It made sense that there were no other predators, nothing to grab the morsel up, but why not? Did it do so good a job at marking its space and scaring everyone else away that even a gutted fox would remain untouched?

It seemed unlikely, but there was nothing, nothing but silence and the occasional bird that chirped up amidst the falling snow. The wolf, egged by its empty belly, made the executive decision to step forward.

—

Her mother had been a werewolf hunter. Daiyu didn’t know a lot of her, as she was an often unspoken topic at home, but that she had known. Above the fireplace at home had hung a stuffed werewolf head that she’d chopped off, forever looking down on her brood. She used to sit there, on the ground, staring up with her legs crossed and imagine that Xifeng was looking at her through those eyes. Sometimes she’d ask something, but she ceased eventually. Especially after someone pointed out to her that the eyes were merely marbles.

The only time Alexei Volkov had spoken of his late partner was whenever the moon was full and the hunt had finished. He’d spoken of her viciousness. Daiyu would channel that tonight. (Her mother, after all, would always be her favorite family member — in death she was perfect, an absence that she could pretend would otherwise have been filled with love.)

She exhaled quietly as the wolf appeared, squinting through the scope at her prey to check for the details that should prove this was the one she was after. Mismatched eyes, a golden coat. It approached the dead fox with a certain care. She had expected viciousness as it turned to its meal, for it to devour it with a hungry rage. Especially after the tales she’d heard of this one — rumored berserker. A plague on their community. Murderer.

As the wolf sank its teeth into the marred flesh of the fox, she switched off the safety of her rifle and let out another quiet breath. Daiyu took aim, her finger dancing on the trigger as she waited for the perfect moment. She’d let it have one last feast. She wasn’t a total asshole, after all.

—

The last few months had left them both reeling. The wolf was not as confident as it once was thanks to Chris’ more ever present mind, but that too left the man just as much in a state as his canine half. It was a problem for the wolf’s want to sink its teeth into something supple and alive, to defend its skin and eat to its heart content, to take in the entirety of its freedom. It meant hesitation, even when presented with a juicy hunk of fox flesh.

There were lots of reasons as to why such a find would be left alone in the middle of such an open clearing. Fear, accident - it would do no searching for answers, not when it knew the taste of fresh meat would be bliss. Ignoring its newfound trickling consciousness for the worm of hunger in its gut urged it onward, the wolf moved quickly, suddenly, and snapped the small, limp body into its maws. A crunch could be heard immediately when teeth crushed down into bone, a stark and gruesome sound compared to the silence of the snow flurries that drifted down around it.

Its eyes kept themself busy on the treeline, its body on the brink of either fight or flight, like a tightly wound coil under immense pressure. Another time, the wolf would have taken the kill somewhere a little more covered - not claustrophobic or limiting in any way, but just somewhere they didn’t feel too open. There were too many eyes in the woods. But it assumed, maybe wrongly, that it could swallow what wet fur and meat it managed before something interrupted.

—

The wolf was large. This would prove to be troubling if Daiyu had to go head-to-head with the creature, but that wasn’t the plan. That was why she was hidden far behind a tree, where she had room to bolt should it be needed, where she could take quiet aim and watch the wolf devour the fox. She looked through her scope, heard the crunch of bones and spilling of flesh with her above-average hearing and clenched her jaw.

It was troubling, that the wolf seemed on edge. But she’d come this far, offered up the innocent fox for the creature and finally tracked it down. Besides, Daiyu didn’t get scared. She thought herself above fear, ran into everything without her heart beating much faster and didn’t give much consideration to consequences. If she was anything now, it was determined. To get this done in one fell swoop, to succeed with a single shot. A personal victory. She was already imagining dragging part of the berserker to The 3 Daggers, receiving approval and praise and admiration from her fellow hunters. No matter how conflicted she felt about doing right in other’s eyes, she needed some kind of reputation.

So there was just one thing to do. She stretched her finger and hooked it around the trigger, watched through her scope at as the wolf chewed on some meat and took her shot. A silver bullet whizzed through the air, its sound suppressed by the silencer yet not completely quiet and landing in the creature’s chest. There was only one thing to do for the bullet: to find the heart and put an end to this berserkers reign.

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Chris had never been shot. He came dangerously close way too many times, but he never had the displeasure of ever feeling a bullet enter his body. The wolf, on the other hand, did. It knew what they sounded like, what they felt like. It knew it wanted nothing to do with them. They were both lucky that none of them had ever stuck, that they either whizzed by with scraping malevolence or moved too quickly to become lodged in their flesh. Exit wounds; Chris had experience with their wrinkled and scarred edges and pits, but willfully chose not to believe that’s what they were.

Ignorance was blissful, but only for so long, though Chris would argue there wasn’t much bliss to be found. Not for him; only confusion.

That continued when they both heard a bang ring out and echo between the thick trees; they heard the short before they felt it. And then there was burning. It was an incapacitating burning, one that radiated through their chest and into their shoulder and up their neck. The silver bullet had found a new home beneath the beast’s collarbone, effectively breaking it and sending a surge of pain and anger through them.

What little remained of the fox’s carcass was dropped limply to the ground in shock, leaving the wolf’s bloody maw to fall open with a hurting sound. Hot breath hurried out from flared nostrils, heaving in and out with the onset of adrenaline and fear. Where? Where was it? Bright eyes, wide and staring, searched the treeline with fervor as it lessened its weight on that shoulder and arm. Where? Globs of thick blood dripped from the wolf’s panting mouth as its head swiveled to and fro. A lucky break and there was movement, just a hair, just a millisecond, but it was enough to catch in a blink and off the beast went.

It kicked at the fox carcass in its hurry which sent the body flying into the powdery snow behind it. It didn’t think about the meal anymore. It didn’t even think about the pain that enveloped their left side as they trudged through the snow with teeth bare towards whatever it was that so minutely disturbed the stoic scenery.

—

Fuck. The bullet burrowed its way into the wolf’s body, sure enough, but it didn’t do what it needed to. Daiyu watched the beast let out a sound but didn’t see it drop. There were pants of pain, there was the anger of an animal backed into a corner who opted for fight and most importantly, there was no sign that its most important muscle had been torn.

The realization came to her quick. She knew what a successful shot looked like, and this wasn’t that — it took a second, all in all, for her hands to start moving to reload the rifle, to get another bullet ready in the hope of getting her kill in two shots. Two was better than three, worse than one. She didn’t spend her time berating herself just yet, that would come after. She’d chastise herself enough to keep her from sleep, go over her failure and push herself into the woods again next time to work on her accuracy. She’d always been good at shooting.

She was good with a gun. She was supposed to be good with a gun. She’d learned to reload one as fast as lightning before she was ten, had shot plenty of other creatures down with just one well-placed bullet. But today she’d failed, so today she reloaded with fervor and frustration and aimed once more at the werewolf who’d now spotted her. The bullet was released with haste, lodging somewhere in the creature’s overly muscular body.

She didn’t spend any time watching where it landed, but in stead switched on the safety of her rifle and swung it over to her back. There was no hunting a werewolf if she was dead, after all. Daiyu started running, her short legs carrying her over the forest floor — no use in keeping down, now: it had seen her. Blood on its maw already. Her body a perfect next meal.

So she ran, her ears focused on the sound of the wolf’s paws hitting the ground, knowing she wasn’t fast enough, knowing she had to get somewhere to gain the upperhand again. Her hands reached for two knives, strapped against her sides, and got them in her hands for a feeling of … what? Safety? Power? She wasn’t sure, but they were solid in her hands as she continued to sprint past trees, moss and fallen branches. Daiyu wasn’t going to be bit tonight, of that she was certain.

—

The first bullet was bad. With each and every huff and puff, it felt like it burrowed in deeper. The heat that seared into their flesh was excruciating, but the wolf’s anger pushed them through the pain. They ignored it, ignored it as Chris did with the wolf, becoming blind to it for the sake of the goal in mind. Right now, that goal was to chase the thing that so easily broke their skin, wounding them.

Chase it and tear it apart.

They could see the figure ahead, their eyes now locked onto the flurry of movement that kicked up from the treeline. There was no point in sitting, they would find it — by scent, by sight, by hearing. They would try and they would be eager to bury teeth into ribs or skull. They wanted something large, something they could fit their mouth around and bite down. They wanted the satisfaction of that crunch and the stillness of death. Their prey, however, had other ideas.

The second bullet was also bad, but it could have been worse. It didn’t get stuck like the other one. It didn’t choose to move in and start paying rent, but it was close to the first and tore through even more muscle. It was a clean shot, lucky for the wolf — lucky for Chris — so they only needed to worry about the one, really, but it hurt. It left the skin feeling raw and red. Down a limb and with adrenaline rushing its body, the beast hurried through the thick, cold snow. They could see the figure ahead of them, practically smell the fragrances that wafted off of their clothing and long, dark hair. They noted her hand movements and where she ran, but not what she held or if she was heading in a specific direction.

They just wanted to bite into her flesh.

—

Someone once told her that she’d be able to piss off an inanimate object if she tried. Daiyu wasn’t sure who it had been, but the sentiment had stuck with her — the idea that one of her skills was setting people off. (Of course, this worked both ways: an inanimate object could also piss her off without little effort.) This trait brought her plenty of problems in life, namely a lack of friends and a large amount of past fights.

Pissing off humans was one thing, however. That sometimes lead to a fight in a parking lot or being cursed out. Pissing off a berserker werewolf, however? That was next level stupid. In her defense, she hadn’t meant to piss it off. She had just wanted to kill it. (If that somehow made it better.)

The beast was fast, even with the two bullets that had pierced its skin. She coursed through the forest and found her solution eventually. Daiyu bit down on one of her knives, freeing one of her hands, and slammed the blade of another into the trunk of a tree. Hoisting herself up with her empty hand (now wrapped around a branch, she got up higher, using her now-stuck knife as a way to get up higher. She thanked all the time she’d spent bouldering, climbed up the tree further. Her lip split slightly on the blade that edged close to her cheeks but it mattered little. She would not be bit. The thing she despised most about the knife in her mouth was her inability to cuss out the werewolf.

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The pain was a hindrance for sure, but the sheer audacity, the gall, for her to interrupt the meal, to even be in their presence, ran into the red, angry, static portion of their brain and fueled it. Her attack sent them alight with fury; the blood that streamed out of the puncture wounds was a reminder of that. It made them want to move faster, to snap their teeth and catch the hem of her sleeve or pant leg and finally feel the weight of her body between its jaws.

Unfortunately she was faster. And unfortunately, still, she had use of both of her arms. The wolf watched as she started to hurry up a nearby tree with a desperation that seemed to match its own rampage. The snow was slick, so as it neared the thick base of the tree, it couldn’t get enough traction to slow down. It smashed its good shoulder into the trunk, but the crash didn’t stop its momentum of trying to snap up to its intended prey.

The claws of its good arm hurried up in a desperate attempt to try and reach the bottom of her shoe at least, to find some sort of purchase on her person, but she was too fast. The wolf snapped at the air behind her feet, tasting the fallen snow and dirt from her tread. It managed to get a decent grip on the trunk once its claws stopped sliding, but without the other arm, there was only so far it could make it before its weight brought it back down again.

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She continued to climb, figuring that the higher she got the safer she’d be. Even with one shoe gone, the boot having been ripped from her foot, Daiyu was determined to get up higher. It was a sound logic and in her case, that was a rarity — but she had fought herself out of stickier situations. She was not scratched, nor hurt and her prey had been seriously injured. Her sock getting wet was real annoying, but there were worse things. Like being bit by a werewolf.

Once she’d reached a height that felt safe enough, she glanced down, perching on a branch. The wolf was attempting to climb the tree, causing snow to fall of its branches and rain down around them. She took the knife from her mouth and clutched it in her hand, wiping at the trail of blood seeping from her mouth.

“What are you gonna do, huh?” Her yelling was all bravado, but at least up here she felt like there was no way for the wolf to get her. Unless it was strong enough to knock the tree down. Fuck, she hoped it wasn’t. “Just gonna hurt yourself more! Should’ve just –” She twirled the silver knife in her hand, slammed the blade into another branch. “– died and made this easier on us both!” She knew the wolf couldn’t hear her, but that kind of thing had never stopped Daiyu from yelling.

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What was the wolf going to do? It couldn’t climb up the tree, no matter how badly it wanted to. It tried to climb again — and failed again. In a sudden rush, it bit and gnawed at the tree trunk. Its teeth ripped through bark and gouged deep canals in the wood; its claws on its good arm did the same, as if tearing at the tree would get it somewhere. Naturally, the tree stood at attention, only shaking every so often by the ferocious attack at its base, but it didn’t move. Of course it wouldn’t.

Blood, snow and saliva wet the bark, making it harder to find purchase. There was no chance it would, but it wouldn’t know that. It would have kept trying if it hadn’t been for the blooming pain in its chest. The burn was incredibly intense — and staggering. It did not know about silver bullets before, or at least, never had the displeasure of feeling one personally. Now it had two; at least one of them had the good sense to push through the wolf’s body instead of getting stuck and creating a bigger problem. Maybe if that one went through completely, as well, then it could have climbed the tree. Maybe.

The beast’s large head shook and the movement followed down its back, as if that would help to displace some of the pain that continued to pulse with each pounding heartbeat. It was irritating. Maybe it should have died when it was supposed to — then there would be this problem, this hunger and ever constant anger that didn’t know when to stop. It was why its stomach, not the pain in its shoulder nor the blood that continued to drip from its wound, drew them away from the ball of meat perched tantalizing above them. Movement to its left broke its fixed and hard gaze from the woman above to the deer that foolishly wandered passed at the wrong moment.

From the looks of it, it was thrust from its hiding spot by fear. Its dark eyes were wide and staring and its head hurried on a swivel until it made contact with the wolf. With one last snarl to the mess that was the tree, and the woman in it, the beast hurried after the larger prey as well as it was able to. With a broken clavicle and a couple of bullet holes, the creature likely wouldn’t catch its prey. It would do a good job, give the chase a nice college try, but it wouldn’t get that divine dinner of meat it so desperately wanted after that fox appetizer. At least it would be away from the woman that shot it full of pain.

#threads.#chris.#barking up the wrong tree.#sorry chris :/

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